ward eight

Agatha notices the side-eyes Tedros gets. The giddy, drunken flapper boy with his dress straps falling off his shoulders, singing a jazz song to himself and trying to re-do his lipstick at the same time. He didn't look very convincing. Most people were of the opinion Agatha was pretending he'd done it in order to give him more of a threatening reputation, to stop a repeat of last summer's kidnapping.
But Agatha had heard what he'd whispered as he'd flung himself into her lap.
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